Balls, I can't believe I missed an entire section! Er, here is what is supposed to be between 7.4 and 7.5...
“FUS RO DAH!” The Shout caught one of them, sending her flying, and Elisif felt her heart contract in guilt as she caught the horrified look on the mage's face as the Thu'um carried her over the parapet to her doom. The male mage hesitated, flinging up a ward while he tried to work out what to do with someone who could apparently still use magic even with both hands clutching a greatsword, and Elisif took advantage by darting forward and cleaving him almost in two. Erandur had by this time caught up and finished the man off with a fireball then turned lightning on the lead mage. She had to know the game was up by this time, but she only sped up her chanting, Nordic stubbornness keeping her going. She did spare one hand to cast frost magic at Elisif though. Elisif staggered but her own momentum kept her going and a stroke from her sword sent the mage reeling. One fireball from Erandur and she was dead – but the altar was still glowing, that orb still suspended in midair.
“What's it doing?” Elisif cried. The mages were dead, that should have stopped it, right?”
“They're using a Daedric artefact to power it,” Erandur replied grimly, coming to take the place of the dead leader. “Its power is considerable but fortunately it's also being misused. I imagine the Daedra it belongs to will be quite happy to assist in switching it off.” So saying he raised his hands and began a strange invocation in a language Elisif had never heard before, although it sounded frightening. It seemed to work though as the light began to dim, the glow faded and the magic making Elisif's hair stand on end and her head hurt died away. Suddenly there was a silent explosion of white light, and then everything was quiet. No magic. No light. No strange noises. Nothing. The orb, now a simple metallic irregular round shape, crashed on to the altar and bounced down the stairs.
Erandur swore in a most unpriestly manner and made to go after it, but Elisif was faster.
“Don't worry, Erandur, I'll get it!” she called, running down the stairs and spying it at rest on the landing. Good, it hadn't gone far. Best not to leave a powerful Daedric artefact lying around for anyone to find and misuse. Elisif reached and picked it up. Got it!
“A new hand touches my beacon,” a woman's voice, cool and commanding, reverberated in Elisif's mind.
“Oh gods,” Elisif whispered. She definitely should have let Erandur get this after all...
“Listen, mortal! Hear me and obey. A foul darkness has seeped into my temple. A darkness that you will destroy.”
“I'll do what now?” Elisif whispered, horrified. She was being given orders by a Daedra now? This was bad. This was very bad indeed.
“Take my beacon to my Temple at Mount Kilkreath and restore it unto me. Then you and I have work to do.”
Kilkreath? Well, that wasn't far away, on the way back to Solitude in fact. She supposed she could drop it off.
“Elisif? Elisif!” Erandur had followed her down and stopped, seeing the Beacon in her hands. “Sweet Azura's mercy, you touched it, didn't you?”
“Is that bad?” Elisif whispered, seeing the answer in his eyes. He nodded slowly.
“It just gave the goddess Meridia a direct portal into your mind,” Erandur said, concerned. “Er. Did she... say anything to you?”
“She wants me to take this back to her temple at Kilkreath,” said Elisif, staring at the orb. It was pretty, reflecting white shards of light in all directions. Shame she couldn't keep it – but Meridia was not a deity to displease. “She says someone or something has profaned it.”
“More necromancers most likely,” said Erandur, hefting his mace, looking rather pleased at the prospect. “Don't worry, Elisif. There's worse Daedra than Meridia out there. She's one of the benevolent ones – mostly. Let's get this beacon back to her temple, shall we? I think there's a drawbridge at the top of this tower that leads out.”
Elisif put the beacon into her pack and followed Erandur out. This whole thing was worrying her, and not just the Daedra in her head. How many necromancers did Haafingar have living here anyway?
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 7.4b
Date: 2013-10-08 08:21 pm (UTC)“FUS RO DAH!” The Shout caught one of them, sending her flying, and Elisif felt her heart contract in guilt as she caught the horrified look on the mage's face as the Thu'um carried her over the parapet to her doom. The male mage hesitated, flinging up a ward while he tried to work out what to do with someone who could apparently still use magic even with both hands clutching a greatsword, and Elisif took advantage by darting forward and cleaving him almost in two. Erandur had by this time caught up and finished the man off with a fireball then turned lightning on the lead mage. She had to know the game was up by this time, but she only sped up her chanting, Nordic stubbornness keeping her going. She did spare one hand to cast frost magic at Elisif though. Elisif staggered but her own momentum kept her going and a stroke from her sword sent the mage reeling. One fireball from Erandur and she was dead – but the altar was still glowing, that orb still suspended in midair.
“What's it doing?” Elisif cried. The mages were dead, that should have stopped it, right?”
“They're using a Daedric artefact to power it,” Erandur replied grimly, coming to take the place of the dead leader. “Its power is considerable but fortunately it's also being misused. I imagine the Daedra it belongs to will be quite happy to assist in switching it off.” So saying he raised his hands and began a strange invocation in a language Elisif had never heard before, although it sounded frightening. It seemed to work though as the light began to dim, the glow faded and the magic making Elisif's hair stand on end and her head hurt died away. Suddenly there was a silent explosion of white light, and then everything was quiet. No magic. No light. No strange noises. Nothing. The orb, now a simple metallic irregular round shape, crashed on to the altar and bounced down the stairs.
Erandur swore in a most unpriestly manner and made to go after it, but Elisif was faster.
“Don't worry, Erandur, I'll get it!” she called, running down the stairs and spying it at rest on the landing. Good, it hadn't gone far. Best not to leave a powerful Daedric artefact lying around for anyone to find and misuse. Elisif reached and picked it up. Got it!
“A new hand touches my beacon,” a woman's voice, cool and commanding, reverberated in Elisif's mind.
“Oh gods,” Elisif whispered. She definitely should have let Erandur get this after all...
“Listen, mortal! Hear me and obey. A foul darkness has seeped into my temple. A darkness that you will destroy.”
“I'll do what now?” Elisif whispered, horrified. She was being given orders by a Daedra now? This was bad. This was very bad indeed.
“Take my beacon to my Temple at Mount Kilkreath and restore it unto me. Then you and I have work to do.”
Kilkreath? Well, that wasn't far away, on the way back to Solitude in fact. She supposed she could drop it off.
“Elisif? Elisif!” Erandur had followed her down and stopped, seeing the Beacon in her hands. “Sweet Azura's mercy, you touched it, didn't you?”
“Is that bad?” Elisif whispered, seeing the answer in his eyes. He nodded slowly.
“It just gave the goddess Meridia a direct portal into your mind,” Erandur said, concerned. “Er. Did she... say anything to you?”
“She wants me to take this back to her temple at Kilkreath,” said Elisif, staring at the orb. It was pretty, reflecting white shards of light in all directions. Shame she couldn't keep it – but Meridia was not a deity to displease. “She says someone or something has profaned it.”
“More necromancers most likely,” said Erandur, hefting his mace, looking rather pleased at the prospect. “Don't worry, Elisif. There's worse Daedra than Meridia out there. She's one of the benevolent ones – mostly. Let's get this beacon back to her temple, shall we? I think there's a drawbridge at the top of this tower that leads out.”
Elisif put the beacon into her pack and followed Erandur out. This whole thing was worrying her, and not just the Daedra in her head. How many necromancers did Haafingar have living here anyway?